Depression Poem

Really Know Who I Am

This poem is written for me, by me. I wrote it because talking doesn't help, writing does.

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My parents used to be very critical. I hated being around them and never shared my feelings with them as they would use it against me and make me regret opening up. But I feel conflicted for...

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You Are Wrong

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Published: February 2008

Do you think I like feeling this?
Afraid to look in the mirror and see a complete and total stranger?
Do you think I like looking at shattered glass and wondering
if that's what my heart looks like?
Do you think I like feeling abandoned, and confused?
Do you know how hard it is to look into the mirror and see imperfection?
To hate to wake up in the morning to hate doing the same things over and over again?
To keep wearing this mask
Hiding who I truly am?
Being afraid to face the world and the evil in it?
Do you think I like it?

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  • by Emily Wilkie
  • 1 year ago

I am considered lazy by my parents. They always get onto me for being slow. Sometimes they yell and say I have to like not being able to do anything if I am always slow. I don't enjoy it, but they will never get it. They have never been in my position and never will be. No one will ever understand me.

  • by Franklin
  • 1 year ago

My parents used to be very critical. I hated being around them and never shared my feelings with them as they would use it against me and make me regret opening up. But I feel conflicted for blaming them as I feel I shouldn't blame anyone for my problems.

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